Miss Frances King Entertains.
Miss Frances King known to her friends as "Mag" entertained a group of young people at her ranch home Friday night. A few card games were enjoyed but everyone decided they would rather dance and thus they did. At a rather late hour refreshments were served consisting of delicious pink and white cake and grape juice. The guests enjoying this were Misses Rosalie Nelson, Roberta Liggett, Leota Hough, Emma Kucher, Auldine Williams, Georgia Hejtmanek, Gertrude Hunt, the hostess, Messrs. Noel Adams, Arthur Liggett, R. V. Underwood, Winston McKissick, Raymond Hunt, C. W. Boeker, August Kucher, Billy Halfen, Leslie Lee Chiles, Hutchins King and Gustave Franzen. The hostess was assisted in serving by her mother, Mrs. Frank King and Rosalie Nelson.
Miss Emma Kucher one of Collegeport's 1934 graduates entertained a number of her friends with a dance at her home Monday night. Everyone enjoyed the evening very much and here's hoping Emma entertains again soon.
Messrs. Vernon Guyer and Douglas Whitehead have returned to their railroad work at Stephenville, Texas.
Little Dalton Neal Connover who was on the sick list Tuesday is improving now.
Lloyd Payne who has been staying with his sister, Mrs. Elliott Curtis and attending school here has returned to his home in Palacios.
Mr. Charlie Prunty who has been away at work returned home Friday. You're quite a stranger Charlie.
Mr. F. H. Cobb and son Charles were business visitors in Collegeport Friday.
Miss Mary Elizabeth Cash and Mrs. Honsley were callers in Collegeport Wednesday evening.
Miss Josephine Waits of Durango, Texas has been visiting Miss Beryl Bell. She returned to her home Friday.
Miss Beryl Bell entertained the bridge club Wednesday night in honor of Miss Louise Walter, a bride of the near future. Her many friends remembered her with a silver spoon __ower. The "Red" of the bridge club entertain the "Blues" with a steak fry Saturday night at Coon Island.
Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Whitehead and R. V. Underwood attended the show in Palacios Wednesday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis, Mr. Raymond Waters and Miss Louise Walter went to Freeport Sunday.
Mr. F. L. Jenkins of Dilley, Texas, formerly of Collegeport spent two days with his sons Austin and Joe Frank Jenkins. Miss Lurline Pollard returned to Dilley with Mr. Jenkins.
A small group of people gathered at the Prunty home Saturday night to welcome Charlie Home.
Mrs. Jack Holsworth has returned home.
Mr. Clifford Franzen and friends of Port Arthur spent the week-end with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gus Franzen.
Miss Beryl Bell spent Sunday at the Nelson home. Miss Leola Hough and Violet Harris were also visitors at the Nelson home Sunday.
The following were Bay City visitors: Mr. and Mrs. Frank King and daughter Frances, Mr. and Mrs. Roy Nelson and daughter Rosalie, Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis, Mrs. S. E. Dickinson?, Miss Leota Hough, Mrs. Douglas Whitehead, Jerry Wells and Mr. Melvin Spoor.
The Daily Tribune,
June 7, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
tournament of tennis which lasted all day Saturday resulted as follows:
Winston McKissick defeated Ted McClain 7-6, 7-5.
Jimmy Murry defeated Sanford Crabill 6-7, 6-4, 6-4.
In the semi finals
Curtis defeated Craig King 6-5, 6-4.
Winston McKissick defeated Murry 6-4, 6-3.
In the finals
McKissick defeated with little trouble Curtis 6-3, 6-0.
The only single match was between Blanch and Fawn Adams with Fawn winning the first two sets 6-4, 6-3.
C. W. Boeker and J. O. Prunty defeated Clarence Prunty and Buddy King 6-4, 6-2.
Boeker and Prunty defeated Curtis and McClain 6-4, 6-1.
Murry and McKissick defeated Boeker and Prunty 6-4, 6-5.
Girls doubles were started, but rain prevented the finish and they will be played at a future date.
On Collegeport Day, a woman who is a visitor from the North said: "Mr. Clapp, I read what you wrote about Samuel Insall and I must confess that I have a very different opinion of this man and a new conception of his character. I thought he was one of our public enemies and a real criminal. I have changed my mind since I read your Thoughts." I am glad I wrote that string.
One time certain oil concerns in their ambition to secure distributors for their products made an agreement with the local dealer, where by various sums ranging from one hundred dollars up would be allowed the dealer in products the same to be charged, but not to be repaid, unless the dealer no longer desired to be the distributor. It appears that now alleging that the NRA code demands it the producing company repudiates the agreement and demands payment. This is at present a hardship for the local dealer.
A letter from College Station says "If you see Claire, Katherine and Cora B., tell them to come to the short course and be writers if they can't be county superintendents."
The derrick on the abandoned well is being moved south 2700 feet on the Robbins Ranch. The contract calls for an 8500 foot hole. Oil employees are coming in and the new well will be started very soon so let us all hope that at least the big pool will be located. From what I have been told, another good location is on the town site close to the bay shore.
The Matagorda County Tribune, June 7, 1934
On a beautiful morn, my miserable wretch found herself in Rome and present at the Easter service in St. Peters. This alone was sufficient to thrill any person and it gave my girl a succession of thrilling thrills. The wonderful, beautiful, historic St. Peter's, the Vatican, home of the pope, the flowers which were here, there, everywhere. She obtained an advantageous position and as the gorgeous procession passed through the church, Cardinal Rampolla passed close enough so she reached out her hand and touched his vestments. Another thrill!
And today, for another time, she told me about this wonderful service in the Mother of Christian Churches.
This is as near as I have ever been to a human Cardinal. Cardinal Rampolla was a man, he walked on two legs and he was clothed in resplendent cardinal vestments. A magnificent picture of a very human man. The cardinal I am writing about also walks on two legs and he is clothed in brilliant cardinal. He is a brilliant bird and is named from the color of his vestments, a deep red, just a trifle less vivid than scarlet. This color is supposed to be named from the vestments of a cardinal of high rank in the Roman Church. My cardinal is a married man and has a sweet little wife, who, while not as conspicuous as her husband, is clad in a rich brown with a dash of red to light it up. The pair, as seen flitting about a tree are indeed a striking pair of birds.
I am writing this because a pair of these birds are nesting close by. For some time They have been looking for a location in the willow tree. The willow tree is a sacred tree, for Mary Louise used to climb in the willow tree, as far up as I could see. And when I hear her whistle, soft as a new blown thistle, well she was the only bird I wanted.
The cardinal is a Southern bird, one of the most abundant and always a favorite with bird lovers. His chief rival is the mocking bird whose song is heard early morning and as eventide falls. The cardinal is a lazy fellow. He is perfectly willing to look over locations, but when selection is made, he lets his little wife build the nest. This as a rule is constructed with leaves, bark, twigs, sometimes shreds of cloth and always lined with soft grass. Eggs are three to four in number, white speckled with brown and in the South these birds commonly raise two broods each season. These birds mate for life and they present a delightful model of domestic felicity. So long as they live, they are true to each other. Even after the brooding season during the winter, they are paired always the male and female together. Humans might well follow this example for it they did there would be more happy homes. During the incubation period, the loving solicitude of the male for his partner is touching. He is anxious that the location of the home be not discovered and sometimes his excitement actually leads one to the location. His song is rich and clear as a bell. It sounds something like "What cheer! What cheer! Ending with long drawn out cree.
Many females of our song birds are mute, but the mate of our cardinal is a transcendent opera singer. She sings in a different key, and with lower notes, but as sweet and musical as those of her mate. Day after day as the female is incubating her eggs, the male sits near and entertains her with love songs. The cardinal is a friend to the farmer and the nurseryman, for he consumes each day hundreds of bugs, spiders, moths, beetles, grasshoppers, flies, ants and their larva.
These birds are very properly protected by law and they boy who destroys one should be brought before a court of justice and receive the limit of legal punishment. The cardinals in my willow tree are my very dear and wonderful friends. I feel sure that they have been coming to the willow tree for several years.
About one year ago, a Hollywood pulchritude contest was held at the Metropolitan Theater in Houston for the purpose of selecting the most beautiful girl for a screen test. About three hundred entered the contest. When elimination began, one certain girl stayed and she continued to stay until only three were left and she was one of the three and was awarded the third place. This young lady will represent Collegeport at the Bathing Girl's Revue to be held in Palacios, July 4, 1934. The girl who defeats this entrant will have to be very beautiful in face and figure and have just two very lovely and beautiful eyes and charming ways. Her name is Gertrude Hunt, born and raised in Collegeport. If the causeway is open for traffic, she will pass over to the City By the Sea that way, but if not it may mean a journey of 32.6 miles, but anyway, keep your eyes on Gertrude. You'll be seeing something.
Wonder how many have watched the sun rise. I mean really saw it rise and with it certain effects. For instance have you noticed that with the rising sun it seems to lift perfume from the flowers and from the sweet breast of Mother Earth and the fragrance is wafted by early breeze to sensitive nostrils tuned to fragrant odors. Life seems to spring up about one, for night has gone to sleep and resurrection is here. Flowers lift drooping heads, petals unfold, fragrance is released, tall grasses bedecked with diamond drops glisten as they gently sway in the soft wind. Life begins at sunrise. It lasts through youth, middle age and comes the death of the nightfall and all nature goes to a well earned rest. If you are tuned, these things you see or rather feel. It's a fine sensation this sunrise exhilaration, almost as good as I imagine "Shopping with Jean" would be. Guess I'll try the latter some day.
The other day I was witness to a battle between two fierce tribes. It was from beginning to end a sanguinary affair--murderous--vicious, no mercy shown by either side. Out in the pasture, are two big ant hills, each about eighteen inches high and four feet in diameter. All about for a distance of five feet, the ground has been cleared, I suppose to better watch an approaching enemy. Radiating from the hills are two or three roads, over which caravans travel from foreign lands to the home port. Well it seems that the ants from hill number X tried to designate a new route, which unfortunately crossed the road of hill number Y. Soon after the crossing had been made, Y soldiers detected the fact and in a jiffy, I witnessed the massing of troops from both sides and the battle was on. Soon the field was covered with the dead, hundreds losing legs crawling to safety, but were quickly detected and destroyed. After the battle was over and the people of X almost annihilated, workers of Y were dispatched to the scene of this awful carnage and began to be busy carrying away dead bodies, killing any maimed that were left and soon all signs of battle had been obliterated and the business of transporting goods on the highway was resumed.
The Reverend Allen came to town Thursday and is being welcomed by our folk. He is a half time service man spending every other week in Garwood. He is a young man with a pleasant face and manners and thanks to the gods, he can speak clean, decent English. This will be quite refreshing to many of us. The last preacher we had probably gave me up as one of the degenerates for not once did he come to Homecroft. I am giving Mr. Aiken notice that if he will visit us, he may make a Christian of me. The field here is a rich one and promises a heavy crop of repenters for the right man. I know of only four Christians in this burg and two of them live on the north side. Mr. Aiken held his first service Sunday last and made a fine impression and most all predict that he will be a well loved pastor and accomplish much good. Mr. Aiken, I hope your auto will wear a path of Homecroft.
The new Merck home is nearing completion, with its five rooms and modern bath. I predict that Mrs. Merck will have much enjoyment in her new home and as it is a one story building, she will be free from fear during our north winds. Soon as the causeway is open for traffic Mrs. Merck can ride John's truck to Palacios and take in a movie.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 14, 1934
Word was received here this morning of the accidental death of Hubert Bowers, son of Mr. and Mrs. George Bowers, formerly of Collegeport.
No particulars were learned except that young Bowers was working on a drilling rig at Mt. Bellvieu and fell from a derrick.
No other information is available at this time.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 14, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
I am confessing that the last sheets of this copy were written early in the week because I did not know how to write at the head, but the good Lord appears to look after scribblers as well as sparrows.
Saturday came my idea. Surprise! Is it not a charming word? It seems filled with delights, expectancy and anticipation. My friend Noah, to whom I go when I need information, tells me that surprise is "the state of being surprised or taken unawares by some act or event which could not be foreseen." Bartlett explains it as "a party of persons who assemble by mutual appointment and without invitation at the home of a mutual friend." William Shakespeare one time wrote "pure surprise and fear made me quit the house."
Well, this time Bill did not know the reason I quit the house so that during my absence the friendly horde might take possession. I was after ice, an article that in this burg is a rare thing and difficult to obtain and only then when family jewels are given up to the ice man. I do not know who organized this raid, but I am quite certain that a girl named Agnes was the instigator and that another girl named Carrie was her accomplice, not only before, but during and after the crime. When I returned with a chunk of ice weighing about two carats, I found eight autos in my yard and the front gallery filled with friendly folk, who came by mutual appointment and I was not only completely surprised, but struck dumb by the manifestation of my neighbors interest in my seventy-second birthday. I was greeted by Ethel Nelson who handed me a beautiful Magnolia blossom and then by the entire assemblage singing "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you."
Each of these pirates, as they clambered over the rail of the good ship Homecroft, carried a bundle obtained from their piracy operations on other seas. When spread out on our old oaken board, there was food enough for an army. Meats, fried chicken, salads, tomatoes, cukes, sandwiches, pickles, jellies and a big plate of doughnuts as light as the spray from wind tossed waves. They floated ashore near the Hurd home.
Five big birthday cakes all Angel food. One from Mrs. Franzen was a "KO" and almost as tall as the Empire Building and good to the last crumb. Another from the famous Ramsey farm, made from home products by Lutie. A yellow cake all covered with white frosting and on top the letters LXII in pink with decorative dots. This from that mistress of cake makers, Mrs. Liggett. Then a big one from that old time chef, Hugo Kundinger, who has served Chicago's best exacting epicures. On top in letters like twisted rope half inch high were the words, H. P. Clapp, and around the sides "Birthday Congratulations, 1862."
Another dark colored delicious cake with pink frosting and art work from Mrs. Willbanks. A big jar of sauerkraut from the McCune gardens and a quart of Prairie Dew from "Birthday greetings from a Friend." I can guess who the friend was as I missed her cheery smile.
The Prairie Dew is hidden away and the forty good friends were irrigated with iced tea which appears to serve the purpose as they consumed about two barrels of that refreshing liquid. I must not forget the beautiful bouquet in a charming flower basket from the Hurd gardens.
Seventy-two years ago, I surprised my mother, for she expected a girl. Since that day, I have always wanted a surprise and this day my desire was gratified. It was a very happy day for me. It brought my tender memories of the years I have spent among these folks. As the days pass, I can count these memories as precious pearls on a string of spun gold and as I count them over day by day, they will bring to me happy thoughts. As I go over the memory beads, I shall remember the words of Omar: "The bird of time has little way to flutter and the bird in on the wing."
How much better to give these things while life is able to enjoy. The dead receive no benefit from perfumed blooms. During life is the time to open the alabaster boxes of ointment.
O, surprise! What joy, what happiness, what contentment, what felicity and delight, is brought in they name.
It was a grand and glorious ending of seventy-two years of life and I am from the bottom of my heart thanking my good friends for this gesture of friendship. A big box of many delights from Mary Louise and a letter telling me that "you are the best daddy a girl could ever have and the smartest."
From my son these words: "As I look back over the years I know that you have been a swell father and I rather have you than the whole world with a fence around it."
Birthday card from Emily, who is in Denver, from my sister, Lucy, and this from my good old girl C. B. "Dear Harry: Because it is perfectly legal to say things to little boys on their birthday, let me tell you, you are my 'Abou Ben Adham,' or rather I'm wanting you to know there is no name above yours in my friendly personal."
Isn't life wonderful? Life has been good to me. I have enjoyed rich experiences and through it all I acknowledge that God knows best and that He had blessed me in many ways.
Even the tide fell and as we prepared to snuggle in the husks, I filled two glasses with Prairie Dew and the miserable wretch, who has looked in the same face for forty years, said: "Happy days Pa" and I who have looked in the same face, most all the time, for forty years replied "Same to you Ma." Two happy folk slept the sleep of peace and contentment lulled with the music of the rippling tide along Pilkington slough.
Sunday, Mr. Korn called on me and stated that work would begin on Mopac House Monday morning. The news was received with delight for the project has been standing idle for two weeks. Monday morning opened bright and clear, but not one CWA man appeared at Mopac House, so delight was turned to bitter dregs, but the day was still bright for came a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the flower garden of Mrs. Carl Boeker, a big bag of snap beans from the ten acre beam farm of E. A. McCune, a bunch of beets and onions from the Burton Hurd garden and as if these bouquets were not enough, came this letter from Mrs. R. L. Bonnett, who lives at Hermleigh, Texas. "No doubt you will be surprised to get this letter. As I take the Matagorda County Tribune, I always get to read it first. So I am taking this opportunity to say I read "Thoughts About Memorial Day" written by you. I have not words to say what joy it gave me to see that our loved ones that lay in the City of the Dead are not forgotten.
I am so much indebted to the loving and loyal people of Collegeport as my lot has placed me where I can't possibly do the things I want to do. It makes my heart ache for my dear husband's grave to be without an enclosure and a stone placed at his head and feet. I must not close this until I tell you how very much I do enjoy your "Thoughts" as I always turn to them and read them first. I hope to read lots more of them. Please remember me to Mrs. Clapp and accept my thanks for the many nice things you write about." Our old timers will recall Mr. and Mrs. Bonnett who lived here for several years.
O, well, isn't it true that bouquets from such dear, thoughtful friends just makes life worth living?
Messrs. Miller and Cable are building a ship with which they will plow the main. Maybe it will be a pirate ship for Miller's daughter, Carey, knows all about pirates. I am informed that Miss Vera Williams has lost ten pounds since school closed, but is now making recovery. I do not know where she lost it, but if any one finds ten pounds from a very sweet girl, who thought she was forgotten, leave the package at the Palatial Pharmacy, buy an Angel's Delight and be happy.
My friend Andy has a skin as black as the ace of spades, if you know what I mean, but he has a white heart and is a good neighbor.
Wednesday, he went fishin'. Went and landed four, eight to ten pounds red and three sail catfish. Not necessary to say that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, had fish for dinner. I think Andy caught them from the causeway, just where it crosses the channel.
An advertisement in a popular weekly says, "You don't need a telescope to pick out the new-swim suits. They stand out like a lighthouse on every beach." From the picture, I can testify that the advertiser told the truth.
Monday, June 11, was a very important day for it was the anniversary of the birth of one of our most charming young ladies. On that day, Ethel Nelson reached the eleventh milepost and she had a party honoring the event. About twenty young friends assembled at the Nelson home, played games, consumed large quantities of delectable food including birthday cakes, ice cream, et cetera. Since then, Ethel and I have talked the matter over and we see no reason to have two birthdays the same week, so we plan to have a double celebration honoring Ethel and Harry. It is going to be a whale of a party and we plan to have some of them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, something neither of us had this year.
Ethel will be the bright star and play first violin and I will play second, but even at that we shall have music and flowers and a happy day. You kids better keep friendly with Ethel and Harry from now on until next June, else you may not be invited.
Saturday night, officers came down and took to the county jail one of our progressive business men. His only crime was the distribution of bootleg whiskey. It looks as though the gov'mint was determined to throttle all industry and prevent men from making an honest living. Looks as though our citizen is now in line for some permanent work. Some of our burghers will no doubt miss this distribution facility.
Thursday night was held a surprise party for Gertrude Hunt. It was a complete surprise, for Gertrude issued the invitations. Dancing, bathing, a weenie roast made up the entertainment. About thirty young people participated and they report a swell time.
The Matagorda County Tribune, June 21, 1934
Gertrude Hunt Entertains
Miss Gertrude Hunt gave a swimming party Friday night. The party went down to Coon Island where "hot dogs" and, etc., were served and then returned to the swimming hole. After the swim all returned to Miss Hunt's home to dance for a while. Everyone enjoyed the party very much.
Miss Fawn Adams of El Maton and Mr. Wade Blackwell of Simpsonville spent Sunday afternoon in Collegeport.
Little LaVerne Drenner of Alvin, Texas is visiting her grandparents Mr. and Mrs. S. E. Dickenson.
The Four-H Club girls and the Canning Club ladies met at the home of Mrs. Walker's Tuesday. Mrs. Sides was present and an interesting meeting was held.
A number of young people enjoyed an ice cream supper at Mrs. Underwood's Wednesday evening.
Jones Sloan [Slone] was a dinner guest at the Dickenson home Wednesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Bill Savage and son and Mrs. Elliott Curtis went on a fishing trip Monday and stayed until Wednesday. We hope he caught some fish.
Mr. Melvin Spoor attended the ball game Sunday afternoon between Bay City and Palacios at Palacios.
Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck and Mrs. Merck were Bay City visitors Friday.
Mrs. Elliott Curtis, Mrs. Douglas Whitehead, Miss Leota Hough and Mr. R. V. Underwood attended the theater in Palacios Monday night.
Miss Frances King is visiting friends in Houston this week.
The Chatterers were entertained at the home of Mrs. McCune Wednesday afternoon.
Those seen on the streets of Bay City Saturday were Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis, Mr. Merlin Spoor, Mrs. Pat Richman and son, Miss Opal Phillips, Mr. Verner Bowers, Mr. Harvey Foster, Mr. Manford Fosters, Mrs. S. E. Dickenson and LaVerne Drenner, Mrs. Douglas Whitehead and son, Layne, Misses Leota Hough and Violet Harris.
Tribune, June 21, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about war.]
Came Mesdames Martyn and Dismukes to give me birthday congratulations. They live in a far distant city which I seldom visit for it is 32.6 miles distant. They brought me a very rare fruit, in color green and very large, but not quite as big as a barrel. On cutting it open, I found the inside to be a bright red and very sweet and juicy. They called it a watermelon and it appears to be well named. Mrs. Martyn, being a health nurse, said its juice was a good tonic for dried and cracked tonsils. Anyway, after eating the fruit, I have had no trouble with my tonsils. They also brought me a bundle of William Penns, which I shall use when I write.
Howard Morris, one time Collegeport boy, who has served two terms as state president of the Christian Endeavor, has been promoted to vice president of the World Christian Endeavor. Guess we are all glad to congratulate Howard.
...here is something peaceful for Mrs. Watson Barker came Wednesday evening with her two sweet children. I first saw Mrs. Barker when she was about ten years of age. She was a new kid in town and I asked her name. She was Ruth Mowery and as cute as a trick as my eyes ever looked at. Now she comes home bringing to her parents two beautiful grandchildren. Benjamin Richard is two years old and Peggy Marie is eight months old. Ruth has been away over three years and brings home this wonderful collection and no wonder our postmaster has put on new trousers and wears a gleaming smile of joy. Have not seen grandmother, but I know just how she looks. These are what make life so wonderful. I bet Ruth will enjoy the seawall and the causeway and I hope she catches a few flounders so Ben and Peggy may have fish for dinner. Mr. Watson Barker is scouting for oil for the Sinclair Company.
In the absence of the P. M., Mrs. Anna D. Crane and Mrs. Hattie [Kundinger] handled the affairs of the postoffice with dispatch and efficiency.
It is a pleasure to announce that Tessie, who is Mrs. Jimmy, gave birth to quads on my birthday, June 16, 1934. Two sons and two daughters and all of them have short tails and look like Jimmy. Jimmy feels mighty proud, haughty, vain, as he wags his stubby tail. Of course, quints is a great event in a family, but quads will do very well especially when they have royal blood.
Saturday, June 16, a letter addressed to Mr. Harry A. Clapp, was mailed in Palacios and it was delivered here Thursday, June 21. It appears that Palacios is each month farther away. Thursday, June 14, a postal card was mailed at Bay City addressed to Collegeport. It was received at this office on Monday, June 18. This certainly is swell mail service and General Farley has reason to be proud of the post office department. Via the causeway, Palacios is only three miles distant and soon as it is open for traffic, we no doubt will have a trifle better service. I trust the highway commission will cut out a measly sum of $150,000 from the millions they handle and build the causeway, for we need it for mail service, quite as much as for walking over it to attend service at St. John's Chapel.
Miss Ethel Nelson, with a bathing party near the seawall, stepped on an oyster shell. Result, a gash which, while not as wide as a church door or as deep as a well, will suffice to cause her to limp about two weeks.
My birthday lacked one thing to make it a perfect day. There were no noodles. Thursday the noodle maker brought me a big box of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and as I inhale the delicious, nourishing, strengthening delectable vitamins count June 16, 1934 as one hundred per cent perfect.
Mr. and Mrs. Homer Goff and family are here from Houston to spend the week-end with Fred Goff and Mrs. Goff. They looked the seawall over and inspected the causeway site.
A party of young people from New Braunfels and San Antonio came Saturday night for the week-end and Mary Louise, much to our delight, was with them. The others went out on a boat for a fishing trip, but for twenty-three hours and twelve minutes, we had had our daughter with us. They were minutes filled with joy, happiness and laughter. Tears came with the parting. We have been blessed with a very wonderful daughter for which we give thanks to the God who gives all blessings.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 29, 1934
Many of the Collegeport rice farmers and families attended the rice farmers' barbecue given by the Rice Farmers' Association at the LeTulle Park in Bay City Thursday. Some of them were Mrs. Charlie Williams and Miss Auldine, Miss Jane Ackerman, Mr. and Mrs. Tom McKissick and son Winston, Mr. and Mrs. Jack Thompson, Mr. and Mrs. Bill Savage, Mr. and Mrs. Keet Slone, Mr. and Mrs. Pat Richman, Miss Vera Williams, Mr. Vern Batchelder, Mr. Melvin Spoor, Mr. George Hill, Sidney Hill, Ted McClain, Mr. and Mrs. Manford Foster, Mr. Vernon Bowers, Mrs. S. E. Dickinson, LaVerne Drenner and Misses Leota Hough and Violet Harris. Everyone enjoyed the day very much.
Miss Rosalie Nelson returned home from her visit in Blessing Monday.
Miss Gertrude Hunt left Wednesday to spend a few days in Houston.
Mrs. Douglas Whitehear and little son left Sunday morning. She is going to join her husband in Carlton, where they will make their home. R. V. Underwood took her in his car.
Mrs. Underwood and two sons Jiggs and Billy have gone to visit relatives in Roger[s], Texas.
Mr. and Mrs. Bud Conover have moved to Bay City.
The Prunty girls, Viola, Ruby Grace and Bernice have returned from their visit in Boling with their sister.
Mrs. Jack Holsworth and children returned home this week.
Mr. Mowery's daughter, Mrs. C. W. Barker and two children are home for a visit.
Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard Fulcher's three girls are visiting their grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Tom Fulcher.
Mrs. Ramsey dined at the Liggett home Thursday night.
A large party went across the bay to Half Moon Reef Saturday night fishing. The water was too rough and not many fish were caught, but every one enjoyed the trip any way. Those making up the party were Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis and Miss Mildred, Mr. and Mrs. Glen Payne of Palacios, Miss Esther Leifiest, Mr. Harvey Turner, and Mr. Raymond Waters of San Antonio, Miss Louise Walter, Mr. and Mrs. Bill Savage and Harvey Stuart, Mr. and Mrs. Pat Richman and Little Pat, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Wilkinson, Miss Leota Hough and Billy Halfin.
The Chatterer's Club entertained their husbands Wednesday night with a supper given at Mrs. Keet Slone's ranch home. Many delicious things were served so many in fact that I just couldn't remember the names. After supper every one played bridge and everyone even the husbands said they enjoyed it very much.
Mr. and Mrs. John Ackerman received word Saturday that their son Johnny who is in the cavalry at Fort Clark is married. The bride's name was not disclosed. We wish the couple lots of luck.
Mrs. Bill Savage and brother, Billy Halfin were Bay City visitors Saturday.
Mr. S. E. Dickinson was a business visitor in Bay City Saturday.
Mr. S. E. Dickenson and Mr. Jones Slone went on a fishing trip to Oyster lake Saturday night. They caught twenty-four flounders. Some people have all the luck.
The Matagorda County Tribune, June 28, 1934
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